Here I am, fashionably late as always. Over three weeks into 2019, I’ve finally come up with my resolutions for the year, and actually written them down.
Last year was a bit of a disaster year, and I’ve seen a few people say that about 2018. I know personally, I charged into 2018 expecting it to be my year, but actually did very little work to achieve anything. I wanted things to be handed to me on a plate, I wanted miracles – and that’s clearly not how life works. So going into 2019, I gave myself a stern talking to. 2019 will be the year of working for it – but not working as flogging myself for 16 hours a day, 6 days a week (I’ve done that; it was hideous.) Working as in actually putting in the effort to make my life what I want it to be rather than expecting it to happen. So, as tradition dictated, I sat down and set myself some goals and resolutions for the upcoming year. Continue reading
I honestly don’t understand why I pay for this website, when I write posts about four times I year. Occasionally, I get a big boost of creativity and confidence in my ability to run a website, and that last happened in August, just after my birthday. I had a lovely post written about why I hadn’t blogged in so long – with a huge build up to the fact that me and Matt had bought a house, and we were busy in-between shows making it into our first proper home. I planned to post it at the start of September – and with that I wanted to start blogging properly again now I had the time and was free of the stress.
Instead, I’m stepping back into blogging with a little story about how I went to town to see my brother and ended up in hospital. Strap in, it’s very long, it’s very dramatic. It’s also quite descriptive, so if you’re not a fan of hospitals, needles or medical things, I’d skip this post. Just a friendly heads up. I’d still like to share some posts about my new house, even though they are now 3 months out of date, but for now it’s the hospital storytime.
This is a ramble, sorry in advance.
A while ago, I started a post about how I really wasn’t where I wanted to be in life. It was as if all my friends were growing up around me, travelling, buying houses, getting married, becoming parents, landing their dream jobs, having fun – all huge successes while I was still stuck in a rut I’d been in since leaving university. I was still in the same job, still renting a flat, still not married….and even though I was happy, it felt like a sort of lazy happiness. I was content with what I was doing but just because I couldn’t be bothered working harder to achieve more because I’d missed the point I could have been a success. Continue reading
I am an influencer’s dream. I am the target market. If you show me something enough, I will want it. Also, as paranoid as I am about the Internet spying on me, I don’t really do anything to stop it; I don’t clear my cookies, I don’t really have a look at my privacy settings and I let all my apps talk to each other – so the Internet has a pretty good idea about what I will like and what I won’t like. In fact, the Internet probably knows better than I do. I’d been watching a lot of YouTube videos where people buy the first five things advertised to them on social media (another example of the Internet knowing what I’d like, with Youtube suggesting so many to me again and again), and I quite fancied giving the Internet a proper test to see how well it knew me! My problem was, I was skint, and alone in London, so I decided to let the Internet suggest things for me that were free, and that let me down the app game route. I decided to have a play of the first five games the Internet advertised to me, regardless of what I thought of the advert. I’d accept influence from general adverts, adverts in other games that give your free game currency in return for watching and, if I was struggling, from the Google Play store. I was running out of space on both my phone and iPad, so the game had to impress me to be kept, and I struggled to get good Internet in my digs, and in work, so the game also couldn’t be too heavy on the data usage, though I knew downloading five games would be a bit of a big hit anyway. Continue reading